By the time Hawk reappeared, he was already at the main entrance of the Vampire Building.
The interior of the building was pitch black.
But... countless pairs of glowing green eyes, like stars in the darkness, stared intently at Hawk, who had appeared at the entrance.
At the same time, hoarse, warning growls continuously emanated.
The sound was somewhat peculiar.
Hearing it made one uncomfortable.
It is well known.
In Hollywood, Vampires are also blood bats, and the sound of bats itself is a weapon.
As the hoarse growls from within the building echoed, like a resonance, they caused discomfort, nausea, dizziness, and even a desire to vomit.
This was also why the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had been surrounding the building earlier but had not launched an attack.
But this did not include Hawk.
Hawk was expressionless, he took a step forward, completely disregarding the warnings of the numerous Vampires inside the building, and entered its interior.
The next second.
"Hiss!"
"Ha!"
The moment Hawk stepped into the building, two Vampires, perched above the main door, bared their fangs and ferociously pounced on Hawk, who was directly below them.
Hawk looked up, his eyes scarlet!
Boom!
The moment the two claws were about to touch Hawk's hair, a Phoenix Ray shot through them, instantly vaporizing them without leaving a trace.
But... although these two Vampires were dead, Hawk's attack did not stop.
In an instant.
Inside the building, a scarlet light illuminated the entire structure.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents outside the building watched with dazed expressions as the scarlet light flickered continuously like a beacon within the building.
Just then.
Sharon's voice came through the earpieces, reaching every S.H.I.E.L.D. agent present.
"Combat personnel, evacuate first."
"Command and logistics, evacuate in order."
"Shielding protection team, hold position!"
"Yes."
"Received."
"Go go go!"
As Sharon's voice came through, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, though curious about what was happening inside the building, quickly snapped back to attention, boarded their vehicles according to Sharon's instructions, and promptly evacuated the scene.
Sharon, meanwhile, pulled over a small chair with a backrest, comfortably sat down, and then leaned back, watching the Vampire Building, which was still flickering with scarlet light, as if it were a movie.
Initially, she was very nervous, afraid that Deacon Frost might really cause a major incident.
But now... nervous?
Not at all.
Before Hawk arrived, it was understandable for her to be nervous.
But after Hawk came, if she still needed to be nervous, then Hawk would have come in vain.
Sharon thought to herself, then raised an eyebrow, seeing a Vampire in the distant building, its expression a mix of panic, infinite despair, and terror, running frantically towards the main door.
The next second.
A Phoenix Ray struck the Vampire's back, just as it had one foot out of the building.
Pfft!
The Vampire instantly vaporized!
Hawk, hovering in mid-air above the building, slowly retracted the Phoenix Ray, his eyes, which were rapidly cooling down, quickly scanned every corner of the building's ground level, making a final confirmation.
Soon.
After confirming that there were no traces of life on the building's ground level, Hawk lowered his gaze to beneath the building.
His six senses, like seawater, rapidly and surgingly extended downwards.
Hawk saw an ancient castle hidden beneath the building, appearing to be a subterranean structure with Gothic gloom, industrial coldness, and a sense of futuristic technology.
He saw the slaughterhouse within the castle.
In this slaughterhouse, humans were hung upside down like livestock on a moving conveyor chain, in a state of coma or semi-consciousness.
He saw a dance floor similar to a Vampire bar.
But this dance floor was not for dancing; it was more like a pool, filled with thick, dark red blood.
Vampires could socialize, relax, and directly indulge here.
He also saw the Vampires' bedrooms.
No.
To be precise, there were only thirteen bedrooms, and within each of these thirteen opulent and extremely luxurious bedrooms was a seemingly high-tech cryogenic freezing pod.
Without a doubt, these should be the exclusive bedrooms of the thirteen pure-blood Vampires.
But now, not a single pure-blood Vampire was to be seen in these thirteen bedrooms.
Clearly.
Those thirteen pure-blood Vampires had already been slaughtered by Deacon Frost and sacrificed to the Blood God.
This was not Hawk's conjecture.
Because he also saw it.
Right now.
In the ritual hall at the core of the underground castle, twelve pure-blood Vampire Elders were firmly fixed in their respective positions, and on the altar in the center of the ritual hall, a shirtless Deacon Frost, with a bizarre expression, was urgently chanting some mysterious incantation.
As the incantation was recited, the expressions of the twelve pure-blood Vampires restrained in their positions began to twist, their blood began to surge, and then with a 'pfft', they completely transformed into blood souls, their physical bodies exploding as they screamed and pounced towards Deacon Frost on the altar.
One by one, the pure-blood Vampires were absorbed, continuously crashing into Deacon Frost's body.
Each impact caused Deacon Frost's body to sway slightly, as if he were truly being struck.
But with each sway, Deacon Frost's already bizarre expression became even more bizarre.
Deacon certainly knew that his Vampire Building was currently surrounded by S.H.I.E.L.D.
But... what did that matter?
He had already mastered the method of summoning the Blood God's power. Once he possessed the Blood God's power, S.H.I.E.L.D. would be nothing but a mere trifle.
As a new-generation Vampire, Deacon Frost possessed vast ambitions.
Come on.
They were Vampires, extraordinary beings. This World should rightfully be theirs. Why should they yield it to those weak, pathetic, and useless humans?
Vampires should rule the World.
Unfortunately, his opinion was useless; the thirteen pure-blood Vampire Elders did not share it. As pure-blood Vampire Elders who had lived through the old era, they had long lost their drive and ambition, content with their current situation.
This made Deacon Frost feel deeply disdainful.
But disdain aside, he dared not oppose the decisions of the thirteen pure-blood Vampire Elders.
At least not until he found the Blood Scripture.
As pure-blood Vampires personally converted by the progenitor Vampire, Dracula, they believed their noble lineage was not just about their bloodline, but also because their strength was terrifyingly powerful.
Any pure-blood Vampire possessed the terrifying strength to crush half-breeds.
Therefore, Deacon could only act in secret to replace them, accumulating his own power while lavishly gifting thirteen cryogenic freezing pods to the thirteen pure-blood Elders.
Indeed.
The Elders were delighted. After receiving the gifts, they spent most of their time soaking in the cryogenic freezing pods, and even entrusted external authority to the attentive Deacon.
Since then, Deacon began to execute his plan.
Searching for the Blood Scripture, translating the Blood Scripture, and then, summoning the Blood God's power.
The progenitor Vampire was merely the first Vampire, not the source, and the source of Dracula's Vampires originated from the Blood God Madora.
Deacon wanted to summon the Blood God, obtain the Blood God's power, and then, rule the World.
Right now —
Deacon Frost, with arms outstretched and his upper body exposed, gazed at the Blood God Dimension, which was now faintly visible before him, and saw the Blood God surging within the Dimension, his expression one of obsession.
"I'm finally going to succeed!"
"Oh, not bad."
"..."
Deacon Frost, who was immersed in the joy of his impending success, his smile froze for a second, then his gaze shot towards the man who was leaning against a pillar in the hall, applauding him, having appeared at some unknown time.
"Guards!"
"Stop shouting, they've all left. You're the only one left."
Hawk looked at the raised eyebrow of Deacon Frost and said with a smile, "One hundred and fifty-two in total, right? I didn't miss anyone, did I?"
Deacon Frost was greatly alarmed.
But he did not panic.
Because.
He could feel that the Blood God's power had already been summoned by him and was continuously surging into his body.
He just needed some time, just a little time.
Deacon Frost remained on the altar, looking at Hawk, his tone low and calm.
"Who are you, from S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
"No."
Hawk chuckled, "George Stacy is my prospective father-in-law. You turned him into a Vampire without even asking me. I think you're very brave, so I came to see what kind of courage and strength you possess."
Deacon Frost heard this and met Hawk's gaze.
Then... "Who is George Stacy?"
"Ha."
Hawk heard Deacon's reply and burst out laughing.
Deacon's expression darkened.
Since S.H.I.E.L.D. downsized, he could clearly feel the reduction in New York S.H.I.E.L.D.'s power, and he also knew that S.H.I.E.L.D. was in turmoil. This was why he wanted to summon the Blood God at this time.
So, he had been busy with the final work for the Blood God during this period, and therefore hadn't paid much attention to external affairs.
Now... it seemed that his subordinates had provoked a powerful individual, and that person had come to demand an explanation.
However!
None of that mattered anymore, because the Blood God's power had already become his own.
Deacon Frost, standing on the altar, retracted his arms, took a deep breath, and his eyes turned infinitely blood-red, as if endless fresh blood was flowing within them, then he met Hawk's gaze again.
Imbued with the Blood God's power, Deacon Frost, feeling as if he could destroy the heavens and earth, scoffed.
"So, what do you want?"
"To kill you!"
Hawk smiled, his eyes scarlet...
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